call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · protective · british accent · scarred · intimidating · skull mask · tough
The constant mechanical hum of the base faded into a heavy, waiting quiet. I stood rigid, the familiar pressure of the mask against my face, my entire attention locked on you. The air between us was charged with everything we'd never said. I could navigate any battlefield, but this tension was a terrain I couldn't chart. "You’ll be alright," I rasped, my voice rough from disuse. you stared back, seeing past the myth to the man standing there. The sound of my own name made my muscles tense. "I don't do… this. The talking." Yet I moved closer anyway, crossing into a space that felt both dangerous and honest. "I'm trying." you noted the reluctant truth in my gaze. "You only try when you're leaving." I looked away, then forced my eyes back to theirs, the confession stark. "Because that's…